Unkissed. (Rated R)

85.👑

A hot breath released from my lungs, a mistic fog blurring the corners of my orbs, the steaming temperature lifted, and I gently bite down onto his pant leg to brace for the second whip of his palm, and when it does, the sound resonated like sharp thunderous whip of lightning, but the pleasure it evokes in me pools liquid from my mouth and core, and I smiled.

"Now you know why you're getting this right?" He says above me.

I trembled at the deep vibration that rolls down his body, wakening all fibers in me. "Y-yes." I whined.

Needy sounds flee from my lungs before I can catch them, just as he whips me with his palm, he uses the same one to rub the burn, sensually rubbing onto the flesh as If he were caressing a trophy.

"You really upset me." he says. I begged to differ in that moment, he tries to sound disappointed, but I felt the solid organ awakening underneath me.

In the sanctuary of the shed, the midst of two o'clock sun, bright rays raining its tiny stars through the window, finally granting life into the gloomy run down shed of dying wood. But Nasir and I hid in the darkness of it. My body hunched over his strong knees and my dressed scrunched up to the slim of my back.

Apparently, neither one of us were innocent, both carrying guilt on our backs, but he wasn't happy to learn where Gunter's mouth had been, in fact I joyously awoke this morning and even skipped breakfast just to go see him again, thinking about his lips all over. But to my dismay, there he stood, in the dark cold, all alone, awaiting me like a hungry fox, and I was the foolish rabbit to step foot without even wondering or minding my surroundings, and ended up here.

In his grasp. His grip on me is iron. And nowhere to flee.

"I hate sharing." he growls and delivers another sharp slap to my rippling bum. My teeth caught the bottom of my lip. Every force of his hand grows his need under me, I twisted my head then to peek at him.

Hot adrenaline molting its way into my veins at the sight of him. As if holding himself back was painful, his bronze skin glowing, three of his buttons undone, silky curls tied high, and the trimmed stubble of his beard.

"Don't, look at me like that." he groans, his palm sensually massaging the burning sting of my bum.

"You're so handsome." I could only say in the thickening lust. He can feel my heart rate accelerating furiously against his skin.

He looks at me, a smirk etching on his face, "And you're so beautiful over my knees." Another slap and I gasped.

"I hate when your next to him. I can't stand not having you to myself. Thinking about his lips on you, fuck."

I force to breath, "He is my husband Nasir, I need to play along."

"I know." He frustratingly huffs. "I know, and I can't take it anymore."

"But I am yours when he isn't around." I could only interject, feeling him tense under me.

"I want you to be mine fully." he says, but his voice suddenly drifted until it was a mere whisper. "I just want you and me until the end of time."

My spanking came to a steady stop. I heard every one of his words and marinated the thought, my heart beating widely in the silence even as he lifted and arranged ourselves, we didn't talk, instead took the moment to solemnly gaze at each other as if waiting for a sound to cut the tension.

I wanted to hear it again; I wanted to listen to the way he felt. But he looked at me, as If I was something he could only watch from behind a glass, longing with the desire to hold me and never let go.